Phoebe grabbed the handle of the door, opening the door it was Ezekiel lying with his eyes closed, walking towards him, he stirred a bit and then opened his eyes giving her a sharp look as she walked towards him.
"E-Ezekiel," she stuttered as she walked closer, she couldn't help but feel goosebumps surrounding her skin as her hair raised in fear.
Just the stare from him was making her feel a bit anxious.
"What do you want from me? Don't you want to make things worse and leave me alone, then why are you here? You're happy to see me in this situation, isn't it? You're happy to see despite the fact you wanted me dead, you're seeing me suffering, " if Phoebe had the opportunity to palm her head at his stupidity then she was going to do so.
Why would she want him dead in the first place?
That's not what she wants for him, all she wants him to be at that moment was she wanted him to recover and then maybe he could leave the place and leave her alone.
